Archive for June, 2009

26
Jun
09

dear diary 2

Its been super as in ultra busy, so busy, i don’t even know when/how i’m waking/sleeping eating ..i’m looking at myself in wonderment and hoping my body doesn’t give, increased tired equals increased miserability equals increased desire to consume since i aint really one for emotional eating unless a desire for MEAT as in steak counts then i spend all my money on stupid things like clothes for instance..jokes

Its 5:30 on a Friday night and what am I doing on the Friday night that marks the beginning of pride 2009? I am at the library working :) I just started my new job and already I’m working overtime, I feel mixed ways about it, I’m there calculating every hour I work, cant believe I just accepted the first pay they gave me without negotiating with them. At the same time i’m realizing that NOT everyone can do what i’m doing and thats why they are so freaking backlogged and i’m working REAL hard for what they’re offering but still…its good enough to pay the rent and land me in Nigeria by December…LOL. Who would have thought?? Assuming I curb my ridiculous spending habits and stop lusting after hermes purses, all things leather, REAL gold and shit…

Its pride and I’ve got fatphobia on my mind, the fact I created something this year, I do every year and that I should freaking just finish my undergrad course requirements and move on with my life. I’m thinking life is good in a bitter way. I’m feeling very very mournful of loved ones, friendships that i held dear but somehow my emotional/social landscape if you will is changing drastically.

Its PRIDE and this year, I don’t feel the exciteMENT, no hype or HYPERment either I don’t feel anything besides resenting that I have to go to parties and be well dressed cos eVERYONE will be out, the music will not be any better, I’ve got no bullshit agenda to deceive myself with and tell myself that I’m better than anyone so it aint fun. I’m just not that passionate about the whole thing. The contact I got specifically for pride, that came fREE lost, it sucks..looking to languishing in the heat and walking up and down though, that part is ALWAYS fun.

This year I aint fucking hiding from NOONE, I see you, don’t like you,I keep walking, don’t want to deal, I keep walking, if i think you’ve been especially harmful/hurtful to me i fucking cross the mofo street, no smiles unnecessarily, no pretending like a give a remote fuck…it will be good for me in that way to hold my own for sho…getting grown, we getting grown.

Library closed…gotta go

12
Jun
09

dear diary intro

I think I’m going to start naming my “random thoughts” post as dear diary for the days when I just want to post stream of consciousness type stuff about my day/week without thinking about any particular issue.

So my day, I woke up feeling ill, more ill than usual I mean along with the headache I was gassy and my stomach hurt BAD so I took my time, I’m in this weird place where I’m ACTUALLY excited to get up and go, because I feel like I have so much to do that I actually want to do like find time to get my lovely cat better food, toys furniture, apply for job, push out some $$ application, think of projects that I might want to do, write leters to my brothers and sisters back home, take a walk…cook, grocery shopping for fresh veggies, that one has been on the list of things to do for like a month. Then there is the feeling of exhaustion and my body sometimes literally reminding me that I need to take care, I need to pace myself..i’ve gotten ill in the last year and didn’t produce like an ablebodied person read failed in my world of internalized ableism and that is a success, I let myself move at my pace….thats damn good and I got a lot of shit done in the last year take my move for one instance J

Anyways this morning instead of freaking out as I usually do, I just took an extra hour was a little late for class, left the pile of clothes that have been sitting on my bedroom floor since I returned from my trvals on my bday and went to class. I felt like somehome I’m more in control of myself, my body, what it need, I know when I just a little more time…now all I gotta do is communicate WHICH is exactly why I get pissed PISSEd when I do finally communicate and I’m not heard/made to feel like I’m not heard etc. But then again I guess most ppl experience that.

I started most of my research for my paper, technically my last paper for my undergrad degree and I graduate as a fairly accomplished degree holder, disability or NOT J yes that is my supercrip PRIDE….

I feel like a grateful gimp, glad that I’ve been held up, pushed and supported throughout my six years by a FEW. That’s good enough for me.

Its 10:25pm, they’re announcing that the building closes in 30 minutes…I’m going home to my cat, my desktop to keep trying to write this paper, some food no wine even though I’m already chilling one in preparation for Thursday when I hand this shit and start torturous process number two grad school followed in quick succession by PHD and then will I stop going to school? Maybe a second degree or to make my dad happy I’ll go to law school, LOL

Oh yeah report back on FUCKERy and silencing in the classroom fucking racialized prof asks if immigrants do better in canada? White people are ALL like yES, we have no slavery I’m like WOW bitches ….we ALL know there was slavery in canada, how can you be teaching a class on racism and ethnicity and attempt to deny and erase the fact of SLAVERY in Canada..i was flabbergastedly and magnanonimously unequivocally horrified and damn…my feelings were just hurt. I actually liked her, not any more dude, not any more…damn HISTORY ppl; check africville, Canada was a fucking segregated society in fact, her denial of this fact until she was checked by yours truly diminished u of t prestige..LOL I told yall I was a neoliberal at heart..No joke homie, clearly I’m tired

04
Jun
09

kon:ect (individual choices, social interactions, values and worth in a neoliberal context)

A LOT of fucked UP, shit has been happening to me, right along side the more “positive” (in quotes because i hate that fucking binary of positive and negative and the ways that it is used to easily reinforce and maintain domination of certain bodies.) I’m presently enjoying a relative easier, supposedly more stable life, my career and some of the time i’ve put in appear to be laying themselves concretely in the direction of forward movement, by forward movement i DO mean the unmistable move on my part to accrue access and privilege, i DO mean in tewrms of the neoliberal definition of profit, in cold hard cash/credit and progress in terms of human values as worth only what they can “produce”/ own in terms of thier private property in turn protected by the state.

From talking recently quite a fair bit to academics, budding and otherwise as in PHD/master students and professors wjom are either simultaneously studying and producing research in the field of the so called radical left: there is no alternative to neoliberalism not just as an economic system but as a way cultural framework for uderstanding our selves as humans and our value, net worth and how it manifests (see arguments of the african/black man’s worth pre/postcolonial time or even women aka suffragette mvmt) and so i find it HARD to believe in a fucking left, in practise and otherwise as in ideologically.

Anyways point is, among these folks who i would dare call esteemed colleages, there appears to be a general consensus that people have just sat on thier fucking asses since the times of MARx and either have not created, have not been theoretically supported to do this but have not been scholartiscally taken up the question?? the big big money question of the alternative  concrete and viable alternatives to  neoliberalism. Now that would be sexy, make my clit hard and intellectual and otherwise juices  flowing, besides of course the “variation of a hippie commune”:  no insult meant to folks who attempt to build fairly isolated, seperatist inclination therefore arrogant and self aggrandizing prone to authoritanism of ALL sorts, unchecked and a rampant self defeating use of power. If you ever wanted to know about what i think of the communities i’ve ever been a part off, there’s your answer well most of it, just add the it was an affirmation in the possibility and uses of struggle, resistance is neccessary and not futile and the power of a dream, not to sound like Dr king (check that boondocks episode where king wakes up from a coma..hilarious )

Common every shit has been happening, people affirming and pointing out my insecurities in an effort to 1) justify thier choices and actions that THEY not i have trouble legitimizes to themselves, thier social constructions of themselves and the careers based on said believed social constructions of themselves. 2) compete and undermine my OWN construction of self which somehow and ridiculously to me threaten them: put me in my place, when i’m NOT a good and grateful disabled girl..while all at the same time 3) trying to convince me that i need to maintain my links, position, social links and networks to them for the sake of said individual social constructions of selves towards end goal of neolibral progress while perpretrating as fucking My allies, helpers, friends..

Cases/proof/evidence/methodology

healthy fear and sckeptism of any people acting in so called good will or kindness where we’re talking about professions, ambitions, carreers, this is the market place, a competition a fierce one at that, scarcity mentality running in FULL GEAR…i try to be alert, and expect that there will be consistent and clear attacks of my credibility, “expertise”, know how, friendability, niceness, easy to be aroundability, employability and ability to be a good well position but moving independently towards her own goals so that  EVERYONE  is happy and glad to have her around though saddened and yet strangely inspired  by her bravery and  courage in the face of all the horror  she’s  survived.

I FEEL like i’m losing touch, like i’m going slightly mad, like i’m going quietly quietly mad, I feel paraNOID as fuck given the way that privilege and power on the domination axis operates..i loke at people, thier actions, thier words, the toxic fucking smiles, the manuering to constantly centre themselves and body narratives while pretending like they are not, or feigning guilt, apology and it manifests in my stomach i feel nauseated, my head wants to explode from the front and i feel COLD, chills down my spine everything kind of slows down and refocuses to the particular instant that i’m positive, convinced, clear about what i’m seeing, hearing, understanding and starting to believe wholehearted and i want to scream , to hide away, to look away and I CAN’T.

All the people fucking me over and out have meant that i must heed the warning, feel my instinct without fear and believe, stare and look indeed at the “HORROr” but my heart in shards, hardened and softened, with sore soft spot and my fragile, painstakingly lovingless, harshly, desperately self image as worthy of love, respect, life as HUMAN can barely survive for they mirror my innermost fears, desires, inclinations..that which i struggle with desperately, fighting daily in those moment seem be injected with a full lease on life..for i’m left feeling like a hopeless, useless, solitary idealist who has ALREADY compromised on her own ideals and has LITERALLY nothing to hold on to but two very very shaky and questionable lessons

a) a dream is raw power, power from which to struggle and struggle PAYS, if nothing else for self worth and growth and i KNOW i have nothing if i dont have myself. I will not die a lonely heartbroken rich woman, respected by all and admired by all or a few EXCEPT myself. I want to be held lovingly trustfully in love and hope and faith because i am a brilliant being. period

b) hope is precious, hope is worth fighting for.

Examples ofthe fuckery, disabled pprofessor giving disabled students F refusing to recognize power imbalance stating that his accomodations were not into account, disabled person made to feel too difficult for friendship/love because of the body she loves in, because of the body she loves. I dont know where to start TOday. it still hurts too much to tell.

How do i survive?

How do i NOT play the games?

How do i refuse to partcipate and fight for myself WITHOUT revenge?

Is there a diffrence between self defense and REvenge

When do i let it go?

will i ever EVER let it go?

How do i shake the feeling, like a soundtrack in my head that they are RIGHT? how i reject it? with integrity  and look and feel good while i’m at it?

Is any of this possible?

Maybe they are right and its just a pipe dream that i will be LOVED.




i detox.

 

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